The Hirshhorn Couch

Before I let things slip away from me, there is something really important I want to tell you.

On the top floor of the Hirshhorn Museum, there is a couch next to the room with all naked ladies with abstract boobs. It is black, it is leather, you sink deep into its plush expanse-elbows perfectly propped-and you have a crowning view of downtown DC. I suggest you go and have yourself a sit. While you're there you should also check out the string and light art.

Apparently people do not appreciate my self-deprecating humor, so I can't mask my scant comprehension of art or my lack of interest in googling the names of the exhibits-but obviously I can use a thesaurus (lack of=scant and knowledge=comprehension). Girl has got to prioritize when she is already dedicating 40% of her brain space to why they killed that wolf dog on Game of Thrones and another 10% to art of dick pics.

Tuesday Evenings

This particular Tuesday we had a belated celebration of two events that happen to fall on the same day, the birth of our Lord and Savior, Norite and Jesus' birthday. Somehow we pulled off a surprise dinner at Acqua al 2 across from THE Eastern Market and then had Secret Santa at my apartment. I love love Eastern Market, especially when I can catch more of a glimpse from the shuttle. After 5:00 all the young(ish) black frame glasses-wearing brunette people return from their downtown DC jobs to their pastel rowhouses to cook fabulous dinners and leave their curtains wide open. Seriously, everyone living in Eastern Market is brunette.

The food was good, I had gnocchi with Italian cabbage that would make Fabio (and his turtle) swoon. The company, however. Well lets just say I was happy we were seated in a dark corner where we could only make the couple next to us, and not the entire restaurant, uncomfortable. After cheesecake with an exposed red bra reduction, we had a lovely drive back to Georgetown through night light DC. Add still getting excited to see the Capitol to the long list of the reasons why I hate the metro.

These Tuesdays make the weeks go by fast.

Oh and doesn't my water glass look like outer space in the picture?

The National Tree of China Smells like Parmesean Cheese

I know this, because the path along Rose park is lined with big Ginko Trees and I walk along the path every day. In the fall, their fan-shaped leaves turned the most amazing shade of yellow.

Ginko Leaves

A few weeks ago, however, my intimate relationship with the Ginkos began to waiver along when big yellow berries began dropping in my path by the hundreds. Not only is it impossible to avoid smashing five berries with every step, but when crushed, the berries bleed a goopy flesh that smells, in a word, cheesy.

Because I walk through them every day, I have had time to progressivly pinpoint their smell: Bad -> Vomit -> Cheese -> Old Cheese -> Parmesean Cheese -> Wet Parmesean Chesse. And that is exactly what they smell like.

The obvious solution would be to avoid Rose Park in the first few weeks of winter. Allow me, however, to throw this into the mix: Rose Park is also a dog park. So that's that.

m street northwest to m street southeast.

the navy yard and capitol hill

georgetown after the metro

20 minutes by metro. 50 if you include walking to the metro stations.
point a to point b and back again, these two neighborhoods are the alpha and omega of my day.

on 8th street in capitol hill you will find poverty-stricken people begging for change. you will find young people in black framed glasses walking to their renovated row houses. you will find marines sweeping the streets of fallen leaves with assault rifles strapped to their backs.
how funny to be in georgetown 20 minutes later.

maybe more fun than harper's ferry or lake anna. maybe.

annapolis

lunch on the water, ice cream and colored rowhouses that fall down to the chesapeake. oh god and the kunta kinte memorial.

YOUR NAME IS TOBY

meridian hill park

dogs dogs dogs, fountains, the golden hour.



dupont circle

kramerbooks annnnnd the fountain.

saturday.

DC United

half season tickets.
half-smokes on the grill.
half watching the game.
full on, sweaty, charcoal and bbq sauce drenched tailgating.

i was hiding under your porch because i love you

this photo is not an accurate reflection of my normal commute.

i thought i was going to have a panic attack this morning on the metro.

i had to take a longer route walking to foggy bottom this morning just so i could stay in the shade, but even that didn't keep me from overheating. once i crammed myself onto a train among what i assume to be the tallest men in DC, i realized the air conditioning wasn't on.

my bangs were blanketing my forehead, i could feel my hair rising and frizzing, a briefcase dug into my ribcage and i felt thirsty, so thirtsy. luckily, with the help of a 25% banana republic coupon i dug out of my purse, i was able to fan myself and survive the ride.

i can't remember ever being as hot as i have the past week. yesterday i went to safeway and nearly everything i bought was refreshing. i trudged up wisconsin fully intending to buy bell's two hearted IPA and instead returned with a lime and a pack of coronas.

when i got home, i put my air conditioning on full blast and ate avocado toast in front of the vent.

also, can i please have a pet avocado with a gun?

america and the hill.

yesterday after work, megan alli and i went to help megan (and ashley by the twin associative property) at an event in one of the senate buildings on capitol hill.

captiol hill is so beautiful! can you imagine walking into work every day, passing by the fountains at the library of congress and humming god bless america to yourself? yeah, me neither. but hey i get to pass a doggy day care place in southeast every day and i'm pretty sure the chow is starting to remember me.

anyways, the event was for the Wounded Warriors Project, which Megan works for. i was so glad i got to go and see megan and ashley hobnobbing with congresswomen and the like, but i was especially glad to see how far they've come in channeling their personal experiences into actual change by starting a non-profit called the Grateful Nation Foundation. how amazing are they?

we had a lot of fun, met a lot of interesting people and continuously told people to try the meatballs (even though the crabcakes were better). afterwards we went to the Union Pub to catch the last quarter of the Caps game and listen to people boo-hoo and drown their sorrows in mini corndogs and bud light lime buckets.
oh wait...
Alex Ovechkin sleeps alone tonight.

oh did you want a picture? okay, this is what it's like to hang out with alli and megan. that spot in the middle was where i was sitting, trying to have a convesation with them as they played brickbreaker:

that's what you get for eating plums!

Yesterday was a Day.

it would be really easy to be completely negative on this here blog, but jesus christ my commute was awful yesterday, so cut me a break.

things I forgot:

- my Smarttrip, well actually i lost it.

- that regular metro cards become demagnatized near your phone.

- that sitting backwards on the metro sometimes makes you gag into Georgetown sidewalk trashcans.

- that metro hasn't fixed the price guide to buy a card since the 10 cents raise.

- that people do not know how to use the exit fare machine. it is simple, so ridiculously simple.

- my shoes on the shuttle. oh and the shuttle driver threw them away.

- also: my lunch and my work swipecard.

sometimes i feel so uptight, but if you make me miss my train because you want stand next to your girlfriend on the escalator and hold her hand i will push you onto the rails!

metro hating? maybe a little bit, just for today, but it's still better than the subway.